Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Day 14. After watching Martin struggle to interpret the words so far, I thought a rough recap might be in order. These are the words of the poem so far. 'On How to Pick and Eat Poems.' Stop whatever it is you are doing. Come down from the attic. Grab a bucket or a basket and head for light. That's where the best poems grow, and in the dappled dark.